Jabberwocky

BY LEWIS CARROLL

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: 
All mimsy were the borogoves, 
      And the mome raths outgrabe. 

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! 

Jabberwocky
      The jaws that bite, the claws that
catch!  BY LEWIS CARROLL
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun 
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 
      The frumious Bandersnatch!” 
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: 
All mimsy were the borogoves, 
He took his vorpal sword in hand; 
      And the mome raths outgrabe. 
      Long time the manxome foe he
sought— 
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! 
So rested he by the Tumtum tree 
      The jaws that bite, the claws that
      And stood awhile in thought. 
catch! 
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun 
And, as in uffish thought he stood, 
      The frumious Bandersnatch!” 
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of
flame, 
He took his vorpal sword in hand; 
Came whiffling through the tulgey
      Long time the manxome foe he
wood, 
sought— 
      And burbled as it came! 
So rested he by the Tumtum tree 
      And stood awhile in thought. 
One, two! One, two! And through and
through 
And, as in uffish thought he stood, 
      The vorpal blade went snicker-
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of
snack! 
flame, 
He left it dead, and with its head 
Came whiffling through the tulgey
      He went galumphing back. 
wood, 
      And burbled as it came! 
“And hast thou slain the
Jabberwock? 
One, two! One, two! And through and
      Come to my arms, my beamish
through 
boy! 
      The vorpal blade went snicker-
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” 
snack! 
      He chortled in his joy. 
He left it dead, and with its head 
      He went galumphing back. 
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: 
“And hast thou slain the
All mimsy were the borogoves, 
Jabberwock? 
      And the mome raths outgrabe.
      Come to my arms, my beamish
boy! 
Source: The Random House Book O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” 
of Poetry        He chortled in his joy. 
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: 
All mimsy were the borogoves, 
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

Source: The Random House Book

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